I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
Where you live matters, but how you choose to love it matters most of all.
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?
To be in an unknowable place is to be unknown and unknowable – it feels a bit like freedom.
It’s been two years since I started this. Perhaps it’s time for a refresh?
The living of an extraordinary life is in the reach of every single person. How? Just make the decision.
A longing for one’s home during a period of absence from it.